A recent conversation I had with a friend has me thinking. This friend told me that, from her perspective, I seemed as though I was being erratic of late. I can certainly see from her perspective. We talk maybe once a month at the most, and without being in my day-to-day it must seem as though I bounce around from one thing to another.
In the last year, I have tried being active in the political world, attempted law school, volunteered more locally and through virtual global opportunities, attempted to launch a business with a coworker, continue to try to launch it on my own, and am in an EMBA program. It must seem like I bounce around without giving much regard to my actions. However, this couldn’t be further from the truth. To me, living is doing, and to live and learn I need to DO. The more I try the things I might be interested in doing and figure out who I am, even amidst many failures, the more tangible successes I attain, and the more I feel like I am living a life worth living. Those that inspire me never fit the mold. The tried and true well-trodden path is not for me. Perhaps I am akin to a glacial erratic, as my journey has brought me to metaphorical places where I feel I differ drastically from those around me.
Glacial Erratic
Books that are best friends,
films as visceral as memory,
moments that tug at your chest.
Chestnut Cowboy 